If tears could speak would they be quiet whispers, barely audible? Or LOUD CRASHES with every splash on the skin? Would they sing you a sad melody or tell a story to draw you in?
If tears could write would they tell of lost loved ones or simply a fight? Would they recall battles with others or just from within?
But, tears cannot speak, nor write, they simply fall. They create a path of their own choosing. Silently slipping down your face. Yet they are so loud in your mind that you constantly wonderβ¦. What if a tear could speak?